Diggy Diggy Hole Chapter 24

Even though Miao Ying was the commander and ruler of Nan Gau and protector of the Great Bastion that kept the horrid forces of Chaos from coming into Grand Cathay and further south.

It was all to clear to me that her control over the city's dragon-blooded clan's when it came to me. An outsider, even a valuable outsider was lacking.

As the resource situation wasn't getting any better over the next week after my fit. Sure it got 'marginally' better. But a cart filled with pig iron, and leveling up to a cart filled with swamp iron ore wasn't a real improvement.

Not only that, but I wouldn't be surprised if that little heiress I helped arm and armor her Longma was being suppressed by the other clans as well. Which would explain why she hadn't been able to get a proper strike force assembled.

Hence why I had spent the week of being fucked with exploiting my Minecraft-based crafting logic and powers. As it turned out... I very much COULD farm with Minecraft logic and use ground-up bone meal to grow food in but minutes.

And if you had basically infinite bone meal, like thirty 'square meters' of soil in a walled-in private backyard. How much rice and potatoes could a spiteful dwarf farm up with an enchanted sycthe that would give him even more of a harvest.

"Oiz you gots even more food us? Hmm we can do a bits of diggy spoz." Shaggit spoke as he picked a booger the size of my own thumb out of his nose and flicked it at another Ogre who didn't even notice it hitting his back as he was munching on some mystery jerky.

If I were going to hire a bunch of fucking stupid Ogres to help me mine and do the grunt work of moving materials. I might as well stick with the Ogre warband I knew well after all.

And for all that, Shaggit was a cannibalistic monster whose idea of 'ninja' stealth was quickly killing everyone in a room before they could scream. He was 'reliable' so long as he was well fed.

"I am going to be building a mine to get the ores and such to make weapons and more of these automatons like these. So you will need to lead me and my automatons to a mountain outside of Grand Cathay." I spoke firmly.

As I had realized these dragon-blooded fools were even more greedy than the damned Umgi and despite having even longer lifespans. They were even more shortsighted than humans when it came to squeezing benefits out of an outsider.

'Hmph, wait for the Dawi clans to learn a little orphan Runesmith has opened shop and is being bullied by a bunch of fucking dragon half breeds. Maybe I should send a letter to the Slayer King to send a few Slayers?' I thought spitefully.

Then I snorted mentally as I continued 'negotiating' with Shaggit and said terms were entirely in terms of the large amounts of food I would be sending into his and his tribes gullets.

Though there was one small issue with the payment plans as I coudn't mass produce meat... Normally, but I had an idea on how to get a bunch of 'edible' living beings to rush towards me anyway.

It would be rather funny if a bunch of the green-skinned tribes were told that there was a whole load of proper 'Orky' weapons and all the Ogres they could want to fight with right there. 

"Hmm, aight wez get you to your mountain. You feeds us plenty and we don't eat ya and your big goat. Simplez nuff right?" Shaggit nodded before spitting in his palm and offering it to me as he grinned with mismatched, rotting teeth.

I held in my reaction to the slime-covered finger I shook with my whole hand and I then added. "Good, also Shaggit, if you conquer another Ogre tribe to protect my mountain, I will pay you even more food once I get a week to set up."

Shaggit nodded and I could see in his cruel, beady eyes. The great idea would be to be an even bigger boss and have a bigger tribe for him to rule over.

"Then let's get going. I am already ready to go." I said as I was lifted onto the shoulder of the Dwemer Centurion on my right, as I was able to take two of them as my own defenders out of the city without issue.

But I had a good feeling that if I tried to ride out with several dozen of them openly... Then Miao Ying herself in dragon form would fly down from her palace. To drag my ass by my non-existent yet beard back into my workshop.

As for the rest of the dwemmer centurions? The dwemmer spheres and the spiders that they looked down on? Hell, even the dwemmer ballista that could climb up walls like the spiders and shoot massive spears at bullet like speeds to kill large monsters and such?

Yup all went straight into my fucking inventory and Miao Ying could suck my dawi dick if she thinks that a contract can be broken repeatedly between us and I woudn't have a grudge for it.

The contract between us was rather simple, obviously... She supplies workers and ore that can be used to make the automatons that she could freely use to augment her armies.

Hell, I even gave her 90% of the production, seeing as she was supplying most of the manpower and ALL of the materials.

But she broke the contract. And thus my own dawi pride and honor were intact for bailing on her ass because her nobles wanted to play stupid games.

So with a free heart that was warmed by a jug of heavy ale. I rode Azulbak to keep up with Shaggit's long strides as his tribe quickly packed up so we could move past the aegis of the Great Wall and Great Cathay itself.

The only consideration I had that weighed on me actually... Was, could I really trust a series of letters to a bunch of Ogres to be delivered to another Dawi clan.

Because knowing my fucking luck. They would happily deliver it straight to the Dawi Zharr, the Chaos Dwarves and I would get a whole army of the fell disgraced cousins who would come to try to strip my knowledge of runes from my mind.